Grant, that by this unsparing Hurricane
Green leaves with yellow mixed are torn away,
And goodly fruitage with the mother spray,
'Twere madness--wished we, therefore, to detain,
With farewell sighs of mollified disdain,
The "trumpery" that ascends in bare display,--
Bulls, pardons, relics, cowls black, white, and grey,
Upwhirl'd-- and flying o'er the ethereal plain
Fast bound for Limbo Lake.--And yet not choice
But habit rules the unreflecting herd,
And airy bonds are hardest to disown;
Hence, with the spiritual sovereignty transferred
Unto itself, the Crown assumes a voice
Of reckless mastery, hitherto unknown.
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